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.

"Because I noticed you two had a little argument before coming here. Isn't that true?"


"You need to go to him now and show that you've accepted his apology. You should also apologize to him, for disrespecting him, in the past, and for what's happening now. Let him know you're ready to respect him and put him first. Show him that you can be the partner he needs, the peace he deserves. Please, be gentle with him… Zayn," my mother called my name, her voice soft but firm, "you have to respect Evric more, and you know why. Please, son. You can do better."


"Now, go speak to your fiancé," she said, giving my hands a final, firm squeeze. "Make this right, Zayn. And when you come out, I want to see two people ready to truly build their marriage, not just celebrate a wedding."


I stood up, feeling lighter yet infinitely more ashamed. I owed Evric a huge apology, not just for the night, but for the entire pattern of disrespect.


Chapter 329 - Chapter 329: Mending the Heart with Respect