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.

I chuckled softly, relief washing over me. "You are welcome, baby."


I gently stroked his hair, waiting for him to pull back.


When he finally did, I asked softly. "Do you want anything at all? Food? A long bath?"


Evric chuckled softly, his arms warm around me. "You are welcome, baby."


He gently stroked my hair, waiting for me to pull back. The safety I felt in his embrace was instant relief from the day's terror.


When I finally did, he asked softly, "Do you want anything at all? Food? A long bath?"


I shook my head. "I'm not hungry, Daddy. I'm fine." The adrenaline was gone, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion.


He said he was fine too. We only took a quick shower together, and then we went straight to bed, needing nothing but rest.


We went back to the hospital first thing the next day. Seeing Liam awake and laughing gave me the strength I needed.


The doctor confirmed Liam was fully recovered. The allergic reaction had subsided, and he was ready for discharge.


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