[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 378: His Voice Made Me Cum While Sleeping

~Zayn’s POV~

"That’s it," he pushed, his voice tightening with a dominant edge. "Close your mind and see me. Every stroke is for me. Grip it tighter, Zayn. Squeeze until you can’t breathe."

I obeyed, my hips bucking off the mattress in a desperate, rhythmic arch. I was sweating, my hair sticking to my forehead as the "voice" drove me faster. It was like he was inside my veins, a dark nectar sweetening my blood and making me crave the very control that was stripping me of my will.

"Faster, baby. I want to hear you break. Call for me."

"Just fuck me!" I screamed into the empty room, my voice a broken plea born of the dream. "I’m too hot... I’m so ready! Baby, please, fuck me so good. Fuck me hard, I need you!"

The response was a low, velvet vibration that seemed to wrap around my heart. "I’m sorry, love, but I won’t touch you. You’re going to help yourself until you come completely undone... until you’re totally spent."

I let out a low, shaky moan, my skin slick with a sudden, feverish heat. I was aching, pulsing so hard it was almost painful, and every time his voice vibrated through my subconscious, the pleasure intensified until I was blind with it.

"Harder, Zayn. Go faster. You belong to me, even in your dreams."

I was stroking my cock with a desperate, frantic strength, chasing a release that felt just out of reach.

My hand was moving in a blur, driven by the relentless rhythm of his voice, but the peak felt like a horizon I couldn’t quite touch.

Tears began to sting my eyes and roll down my temples, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of being pushed so far. It felt so dangerously good that even as I gasped for air, I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay suspended in this heat, bound by his words, struggling for the pleasure he was holding just out of my grasp.

"That’s it, baby... Chase it. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come."

I was trapped in a haze of erotic compulsion, a prisoner to my own desire. I could hear my own ragged, desperate breathing, the sound of my palm frictioning against my skin in a wet, frantic rhythm as I followed his mental tether.

I squirmed against the silk sheets, my hips bucking upward as if searching for a ghost, my body a puppet on a string while the puppeteer commanded me from the other room.

"That’s it... Arch your back for me," he purred, the dominance in his tone making my stomach flip. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you’re suffering for me."

My spine snapped into a sharp arch, my head falling back against the pillow as I increased the pace. Every stroke was a silent "yes" to his authority.

I was lost in the "voice," addicted to the way he could reach into my mind and set me on fire, leaving me to burn in the heat of my own making until he decided I had had enough.

"Now, Zayn. Release it all for me. Everything you have belongs to me. Give it to me now!"

The command hit me like a lightning strike, shattering the last of my resolve. My body went rigid, my spine snapping into a sharp arch and my toes curling against the sheets as a sharp, fractured cry tore from my throat. I came undone in a violent, pulsing rush, my mind exploding into a blinding white light. I was completely conquered, spilled across my own skin by nothing more than a voice from the shadows.

I lay there, my chest heaving as I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I didn’t open my eyes immediately; the phantom pleasure was so intense I wanted to stay in that headspace, wanting him to keep going, to never let the trance break.

Then, I felt it, a shift in the weight of the bed and the unmistakable heat of a real breath against my inner thigh. My eyes snapped open, my vision still blurry, as I looked down to see Evric.

He didn’t say a word as he leaned down, his tongue swiping across my skin, tasting the mess he had made me make. He cleaned me with a slow, deliberate focus while I could do nothing but tremble, my breath still coming in ragged hitches.

As the feverish heat slowly faded into a lingering glow, I heard that same satisfied chuckle, not in my head this time, but right there in the room.

"That’s my baby," he murmured.

He crawled up my body, his heavy frame a grounding, possessive weight as he settled over me. He captured my mouth in a deep, searing kiss that tasted of salt and obsession.

"I love watching you come like that," he whispered against my lips, his dark eyes searching mine. "To see you come undone with nothing but the sound of my voice... It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."

I couldn’t find the words. My voice was gone, lost somewhere in the haze of the absolute control he’d just exerted over me. I simply reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down as tight as I could, anchoring myself to the man who owned every part of me, even the parts that slept.

Evric pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression unreadable. "You’re so silent, love," he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Are you angry with me for disturbing your sleep?"

I shook my head quickly, my breath finally beginning to even out.

"Then what is it?" he asked, his voice still carrying that low, hypnotic hum.

I looked up at him, my heart still pounding. "I was just thinking... from the very first day we met until now, you’ve always used your voice to undo me." I let out a soft, breathless laugh. "How do you do that? Did you study it, or is it some kind of unfair trick?"

I shook my head slightly, smiling. "I’m serious, Evric. Every time you speak like that, I lose all control. I don’t have a single defense against you."

Evric chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against my chest. "You don’t need to know my secrets, love. Just enjoy every moment of it. You should get used to it, because I plan on doing it quite often once we’re married."

I smiled, feeling a spark of heat flare up again just thinking about our future. I tightened my grip on his shoulders and pulled him closer. "I do love it," I admitted, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But next time, put your dick inside me the second I open my eyes. I want to feel you the moment I wake up so we can both be satisfied. I don’t just want to take from you. I want to give back just as much. I think I’d enjoy it even more that way."

Evric’s eyes darkened with a fresh wave of hunger. "Is that so?"

I nodded gently, my fingers tightening around him. "Yes, baby. That’s what I want."

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a slow, possessive kiss that promised he would keep that request in mind. "Anything for you, baby."