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.

Ignoring my food, I started to type my reply.


I stared at the screen, the ridiculousness of the situation giving me the clarity I needed. He was healthy, he was eating, and he was groping for a compliment while simultaneously seeking reassurance that he hadn't completely lost me. I couldn't give him the full validation he craved—not yet—but I had to affirm his progress.


You look better. Good job, Evric. Now maintain it.


I hit send. It was a short, teasing comment that affirmed his compliance with my health demands while keeping the emotional distance firmly in place.


I put my phone face down on the table, a sudden sense of calm washing over me. The immediate crisis of his health was averted. Now, I could finally turn my attention to the real enemy.


"Sorry about that," I told Kai, picking up my fork. "So, tell me about this new contract you landed, and which company are you working with?"


Kai smiled. "Draeven Holdings," he replied simply.


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