[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 5: The Sound Of Surrender

He was standing right in front of . It was already too late to shut the door.

He pushed it open, wide, and let himself in like he owned the place.

I froze, not knowing what to do, but my feet moved before my brain could catch up. I walked toward him, my voice low and tense.

"Why are you here?"

Before I could even finish the question, he was already sitting on my couch, like he belonged there. Like he was my boss.

"You’re not welco here, Evric," I told him firmly.

He just looked up at , calm and unbothered. "If you want to leave quickly," he said, "sit down and hear out. But if you want to stay longer... keep standing and asking questions."

I hated how composed he sounded. How in control he always was. But I sat. Slowly. And then he patted the seat beside him.

"Sit here."

I hesitated, then gave in. I sat next to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body.

I kept my voice soft. "Why are you here?"

"I ca to visit you," he said. "And to take sothing... in exchange for the suit you ruined earlier."

I scoffed. "There’s nothing for you here. Just give the bill and I’ll pay."

He chuckled, that arrogant smile tugging at his lips. "Do you rember who you’re talking to? I’m Evric Draeven. Money isn’t my problem."

"Then what do you want from ?" I asked, frustration building in my chest.

He looked at like the answer was obvious. "What I want is simple. And if you want to stop showing up everywhere... You can’t refuse ."

My throat tightened. "What do you want?"

His eyes t mine, sharp, dark, full of heat.

"All of you," he said. "Your voice, your body. This ti, I won’t settle for just making you fall apart with words. I want to feel you. Fully. Deeply."

I shot up from the couch, my heart thudding. "I’m not interested in your sick, twisted offer."

He stood too slowly, calmly, and controlled. "Okay," he said. "Then I’ll see you tomorrow."

I clenched my fists. I didn’t want to see his face again. Ever. This was becoming too much, too constant, too dangerous. Before he could reach the door, the words left my mouth on instinct.

"Wait."

He turned slowly.

"Who’s taking?" I asked. "And who’s... giving?"

He tilted his head, like he already knew I knew the answer. "What do you think?"

I looked down, ashad at how my body was already reacting to the idea.

Of course, I’d be the one giving.

I knew that.

The truth was... I’d never done anything like this before.

But I was desperate to end this madness. To make it stop. So I said it against all logic against all fear.

"Fine," I breathed. "Let’s do it."

Not knowing I had just invited a new kind of hell into my life.

Don’t know what madness made say it. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe tiredness. Maybe it was how close his mouth was to mine when he said those words.

"All of you."

The air between us was already too heavy, and when I whispered "Fine," I felt sothing shift, like a trap quietly closing around .

He turned, calmly, confidently, then offered his hand.

I stared at it, frozen. His fingers waited, patient but sure, like he already knew I’d take them.

I did.

The mont I touched him, his grip tightened. And just like that, he turned and started walking toward my bedroom. Like it was his place.

My feet followed.

The hallway felt longer than usual. The silence rang in my ears, except for the quiet rhythm of our footsteps on the floor. My pulse was louder than anything. My skin tingled like it already knew what was coming.

When we stepped inside my room, he didn’t turn on the light. The city’s glow from the window cast a dim silver across everything. It felt unreal. Like I was watching soone else’s life.

I stood there, heart pounding, hands shaking.

Evric turned to face . He looked calm. Like a storm that already knew it would destroy everything in its path.

"Take off your shirt," he said softly.

His voice... it wasn’t loud. It was low and firm, soaked in control. That voice curled down my spine and wrapped around sothing inside .

I didn’t speak. Just obeyed.

I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. I couldn’t et his eyes. My chest was rising and falling too fast.

He ca closer. One slow step at a ti.

When he reached , he touched my cheek, his thumb grazing along my jaw like he was morizing it.

"You’re already shaking," he murmured. "Do you know what that does to ?"

I closed my eyes.

He leaned in. His lips barely brushed my ear.

"It makes want to hear you break."

I shuddered.

He pushed gently, and I fell backwards onto the bed.

My knees bent, legs slightly apart. I didn’t an to, but he made it look so easy.

Evric knelt on the mattress, crawling between my legs with slow, dark hunger.

"Tell to stop," he said. "If you’re not ready."

"I’m..." My voice trembled. "I don’t want to stop."

His mouth curved. "Good."

Then, I felt his fingers at my waistband. Undoing, lowering, exposing inch by inch.

The cold air hit first.

Then his mouth.

A gasp ripped from my throat. My back arched on instinct. "Ah—Evric—!"

He chuckled against my skin. "That’s the sound I want. Don’t hide it."

His voice. God, his voice was worse than his mouth.

It was velvet over broken glass.

"I want to morize every sound you make," he whispered as he kissed her lower. "I want to know what you sound like when you’re not thinking anymore."

I moaned again, helpless.

When he finally moved back up, his hand gripped behind my knee, pushing it gently aside. I tensed, breath catching in my throat.

He reached between us.

Schlk.

The wet, slow sound of him stroking himself sent another tremor through .

I turned my face, embarrassed, overwheld, burning alive.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine.

"You’re going to feel full," he whispered, breathless now. "You’ll feel stretch you... slow... deep."

I whimpered, legs trembling.

Then...

Push.

The first press made choke on air.

"Ah—nn—wait—Evric—!"

"Shh..." He kissed my cheek. "Breathe through it. I’ve got you."

His voice... it settled under my skin like a drug. Low. Controlled. Darkly sweet.

He pushed in deeper.

I cried out.

"F-fuck—!"

"That’s it," he groaned. "God, Zayn... you feel like fire."

The sound of him filling —schlk... schlk...was soaked in wet friction and gasps.

He hadn’t moved yet. He just spoke again.

"You’re perfect," he murmured. "You’re taking so well. You were made for this."

Every word struck my chest like thunder. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak.

"Now..." he whispered, rolling his hips gently. "Let hear you."

He thrust in fully.

I scread—loud, ssy, undone.

"Ah—Evric! I—I can’t—"

"You can," he said in my ear. "You will. And you’ll love every second of it."

He started moving, dragging in and out with slow, deep strokes that made cry out again and again.

Thmp... schlk... thmp...

The sounds were wet, loud, and shaless. My body echoed with them.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back.

"I want you to rember this," he breathed. "Every ti you sit. Every ti you breathe. You’ll rember who made you moan like this."

My body locked.

I was losing myself.

He was inside, his voice was everywhere, and I didn’t know where I had ended, and he began.

And worst of all...

I didn’t want him to stop.

And he didn’t stop. His mouth was on my neck, his voice in my ear.

"Listen to yourself," he whispered. "You sound so fucking sweet when you take ."

My back arched.

He moaned, guttural, broken, like the sound of his control snapping.

"You feel this?" he rasped, thrusting harder now, dragging another cry from my throat. "This is what I wanted. This heat. This sound. Your voice, shaking and soft and mine."

I couldn’t speak, I could only gasp, moan, and beg. The bed creaked beneath us. The headboard knocked on the wall. And his voice, his maddening, velvet voice, never stopped.

"Say it again," he groaned, gripping my thighs. "Say you want it... say my na, say you’ll let have you."

"Evric—ah, God—Evric—"

The way he moved inside was rciless and deep. A rhythm that drove insane, made cry out louder, made my body tighten around him.

He leaned down, lips brushing my temple.

"Sing for , Zayn," he whispered, hips slamming into mine. "Let hear your surrender."

And I did.

I gave him every sound.

Every gasp.

Every breathless moan that echoed off the walls.

Until we were both undone.

Together.

Mad from the way we took each other.