The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

ARIA’S POV

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I shouldn’t have melted. After everything he said. After everything he did. I shouldn’t have responded the way I did when his lips found mine again.

But I did. God, I did.

It was like my body betrayed me before my mind could catch up, like every wall I had tried to build crumbled the second he touched me.

My hands fisted into his shirt as he backed me up, step by step, until the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees.

“Julian…” I breathed, but it didn’t sound like a warning. It sounded like surrender. His eyes darkened at that.

And the next second, I was falling back onto the bed, my heart racing wildly as he came down with me.

The kiss deepened. Slower than before… but heavier. Intentional. Like he wasn’t trying to prove anything

anymore.

Like he was trying to feel me. To make sure I was still there. To make sure I was still his.

My fingers slid into his hair as a soft sound escaped me, my body arching slightly into his without thinking.

Everything blurred after that. The anger. The hurt. The words.

All of it faded under the weight of him, the warmth of his touch, the way he said my name like it meant something again.

Like I meant something again. “Aria…” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough, almost undone.

And that did something to me.

Something dangerous.Something I knew I should fight. But I didn’t. Because at that moment, I didn’t want to fight him.

I wanted him. And he knew it. The way his touch slowed, the way he held back just enough to drive me insane… It was deliberate.

Calculated. Cruel. “Julian…” I whispered again, my fingers tightening against him, my breathing uneven.

He didn’t answer immediately. Just watched me. Like he was waiting. Waiting for something.

You’re so beautiful, Aria. So fucking perfect it hurts. I want you so badly but I’m waiting.” He whispered and I stared at him, his eyes boring holes into mine.

“Waiting for what?” I managed, my voice barely steady.

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His gaze locked onto mine. “Say it,” he said quietly.

My brows furrowed. “Say what?” His hand stilled against me, his jaw tightening slightly.

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“That you’re mine.” My heart skipped. “That you don’t want anyone else,” he added, his voice lower now. “Not him. Not anyone.”

A part of me wanted to argue.

To push back. To remind him of everything he had said. Everything he had done. But the look in his eyes wasn’t just possessive.

It was desperate. And that broke something in me. “I don’t want anyone else,” I whispered.

His expression shifted instantly. Relief. Satisfaction. Something darker. “Again,” he murmured.

“I don’t want anyone else.” I repeated, stronger this time. That was all it took.

The distance between us disappeared completely after that.

And this time… neither of us held back.

Julian’s lips descended on mine with deliberate speed. His hands cupped my boobs and I let out a low moan into his mouth.

The kiss deepened and his fingers travelled down my stomach before settling against my pussy. Julian pulled back and dipped one finger into me.

“Julian…” I moaned and he smirked.

“You’re so wet for me, Aria. Are you sore?” He asked and I nodded slowly, my face heating up.

“Just…just a bit.” I managed to croak out. Then he moved, settling his face between my legs. My cheeks burned and I tried to close my legs but his hand stopped me.

His eyes met mine and I saw the glint in them. He was enjoying this. “What…what are you doing, Julian?” I asked and he smiled sweetly.

“Eye fucking your pussy, baby.” His words sent a bolt of pleasure and embarrassment through my spine.

Then, he leaned in and inhaled my scent. I nearly died right there and then. “You smell so fucking sweet. I could stay here forever.”

Each word that left Julian’s mouth felt like a catalyst that led me to my destruction. I moaned when his tongue finally licked my core from the base to the end.

“Fuck, Julian…” I moaned, my body already writhing with pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He asked and I nodded, using my elbows to support my weight as I stared at him. He pulled back just a bit before spanking my thigh.

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I let out a yelp and he leaned in and used his tongue to suck on the area he had spanked. “Words, sweetheart. I want your words. Do you like it?”

“Y-yes. Julian…” I moaned and then, he smiled and then he spat on his dick and aligned himself against my

entrance.

Julian didn’t move immediately.

He stayed there, poised at the entrance of my heat, his eyes never leaving mine. He wanted me to see him. He wanted me to know exactly who was breaking me down.

“Look at me, Aria,” he commanded, his voice a low, jagged vibration.I couldn’t have looked away if I tried. As he slowly drove forward, the world outside the room ceased to exist.

There was only the stretching fullness of him and the sharp, staggering reality of our bodies finally reconnecting after weeks of cold war.

I let out a broken sob, my fingers digging into the mattress as he buried himself inside me.

He didn’t start with a frantic pace.

He was agonizingly slow, pulling back until he almost left me, only to thrust deep again, hitting every nerve ending until my vision blurred.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, his composure finally slipping. He leaned down, his mouth catching my moan as he began to pick up speed.

His hands moved to my waist, his grip bruising as he anchored me against the mattress.

Every stroke felt like a confession or an accusation. He was fucking me like he wanted to overwrite every memory I had that didn’t involve him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my own desperation rising to match his. The friction was electric, a searing heat that made the previous hour’s anger feel like a lifetime ago.

I was drowning in him. When the orgasm finally hit, it was violent, a white-hot wave that made my back arch and my voice fail.

Julian let out a guttural sound, his own release hitting him seconds later as he buckled against me, his heart thudding a frantic, erratic rhythm against my chest.

Hours later, the world felt quiet. Too quiet.

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