They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

When I returned upstairs, Evric and our cat, Liam, were tangled together in a sleepy embrace. Liam must have woken up, and even through his exhaustion, Evric had managed to soothe him back to sleep, before dozing off with him.


Liam was nestled under Evric's arm, his tiny body rising and falling with Evric's slow, steady breathing. Evric's other hand rested lightly on Liam's back, instinctive and protective even in sleep. The sight hit me so hard I couldn't resist; I reached for my phone. I took photos from every angle I could manage, then carefully eased onto the edge of the bed to capture a shot of all three of us together. When I finally had enough pictures to fill an album, I glanced at Evric and decided he deserved a little reward.


I moved quietly to Evric's side of the bed, leaning in until my lips were almost brushing his ear. My voice dropped into a low, playful whisper, thick with mischief and desire.


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