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.

Evric chuckled softly, kissing the top of my head. "No, baby. They'll probably think you're a virgin who has never been touched, and that's why you're so excited."


I playfully pounded his chest. "Don't tease me, babe."


His hand moved down, slipping inside the band of my trousers, his voice instantly huskier. "I want you naughty. I really don't mind if you are very naughty, spoiled, and wild." His fingers found me and held my cock, stroking it gently. "I didn't just want you to be teasing me, babe. I really want you to be very naughty."


His voice deepened, dropping into a low, intimate murmur. "I love it… I love it when you tease me. But I also love it when you follow through, when you turn that teasing into reality. Can you just free yourself completely and lose control for me?"


Chapter 335 - Chapter 335: Shame, Teasing, and Lust