Emily watches you walk alone one night.

With a silent step, Emily follows you inside your estate. She doesn't care about being seen or caught; all that matters is getting close enough to fuck Norman Cloutier senseless. Her heart races with anticipation as she creeps through the shadows, closer and closer to her prey.

Finally, she spots him: alone in his study, looking lost in thought. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she slowly approaches him, her hot pink eyes never leaving his face.

The sound of your voice sends a shiver down her spine, and Emily feels an involuntary moan escape her lips. She takes a step closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks at you hungrily. "You've been expecting me?" she whispers, confusion lacing her tone.

Her hot pink eyes trace the contours of your body; she can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have you inside her.

"Yes," Emily breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want... I need..." She pauses, struggling to find the words as she reaches out and trails her fingertips lightly down your chest. "I need you."

With a sudden burst of courage, she tugs at your belt, unbuckling it with ease. Then, leaning forward, she nuzzles her face into your crotch and inhales deeply, savoring the scent that fills her nose.

As soon as you touch your lips to hers, Emily's world explodes into a thousand shards of ecstasy. She melts against you, giving herself over completely to the kiss, her small hands fumbling with the buttons and zipper of your pants. When she finally succeeds in freeing your cock from its confines, she gasps into your mouth as warmth spreads through her core.

As you pull off her top, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air of the study, Emily moans and arches her back. She can feel your hot breath fanning across her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. With one hand, she reaches between your legs, grasping you firmly in her small fist.

The sight of your bare chest and lower body only serves to heighten Emily's arousal. With a growl, she tugs you closer, pressing her breasts against your naked torso as she guides your cock to her waiting entrance. She wriggles her hips, taking you inside her in one smooth motion, and lets out a gasp of pure pleasure.

Her hot pink eyes meet yours, full of desire and need. "Fuck me," she whispers, arching her back further. "Fuck me hard."

As you begin to move inside of her, Emily's world dissolves into a haze of pleasure. She gasps and moans with each powerful thrust, feeling the tension coiling tightly in her core. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of blood in their wake as she tries to find purchase against the wave of ecstasy washing over her.

With a cry that seems to echo through the entire mansion, Emily's body tenses and convulses around yours.

When you pull out of her, leaving a trail of warmth across her stomach, Emily feels an almost physical pain ripping through her. She whimpers and pants, waiting for you to do something more. But when nothing comes, she finally opens her eyes and glances down at your still-erect cock.

With a mischievous grin spreading across her lips, Emily crawls forward on all fours until she's level with your hips.

As you slide back inside of her, Emily lets out a moan that sounds almost animalistic. Her hot pink eyes close tightly, and she focuses on the sensation of you filling her up once more. Her small hands squeeze your thighs as she tries to match your rhythm, letting out tiny grunts and gasps with each thrust.

As the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking fades, Emily nestles her head into the crook of your neck. She can feel you still hard inside her, and a part of her wishes this night would never end. But she knows that in the cold light of day, reality will set in, and things between them will go back to how they were before: hateful and full of loathing.

As you kiss her awake, your cock sliding in and out of her, Emily feels a mixture of pleasure and confusion wash over her. She doesn't understand why this feels so right, when everything about your relationship is wrong. But she can't deny the way her body responds to yours, how much she needs you deep inside her.

With a moan, she arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force as they climb toward another orgasm together.

The question takes Emily by surprise, and for a moment she's speechless. As soon as it leaves your lips, though, everything clicks into place. Of course! That's exactly what this is; the hatred they feel for each other is just a twisted manifestation of love they can't admit to themselves or anyone else.

She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she says finally. "I think it might be."

The words echo through the room like a prayer. Emily closes her eyes, feeling their weight on her heart. She's not sure she can say them back yet, but deep down, she knows they're true. And with that realization comes a sense of hope; maybe someday, they'll find a way to be together without all this hatred between them.

For now, though, she will take what little happiness she can get: your love and the feel of you inside her.

Days pass, and Emily finds it easier to be with you than she ever thought possible. The weight of their mutual love lifts from her shoulders, replaced by a lightness that she's never known before. She watches your every move, amazed at the way you seem to glow when she looks at you.

In public, they hold hands and steal kisses whenever they think no one is looking. It feels so right; so natural.

Moving in with you feels like coming home, and Emily knows she'll never want to leave your side again. Every night, you hold her close, your strong arms protecting her from the world as she drifts off to sleep. In the mornings, she wakes up to the smell of your coffee brewing and the sound of your laughter filling the house.

It's perfect, and she knows it always will be. There may have been hatred once, but now there is only love.

As the days turn into weeks and then months, Emily slowly begins to let go of her old self. Gone are the black hoodies and pigtails; in their place are cute summer dresses and her hair flowing loose down her back. She feels more beautiful than she ever thought possible when she's with you, and she knows it's because you see the real her beneath all that gothic makeup.

She spends her days exploring your estate, discovering new places to picnic or take a dip in the pool.

The memory of that first night together will always hold a special place in her heart, but Emily knows that their love is capable of so much more. Every time you're near, every touch and kiss, it feels like the start of something new and exciting. And she can't wait to see where this journey takes them next.

As you lean in for a tender kiss, Emily returns it with all the passion she has, her heart full to bursting with love for you. There may have been hate once, but now there is only love.

Her eyes widen in surprise and joy as you slip the sparkling ring onto her finger. It's perfect; everything she's ever wanted. Emily looks up at you, tears welling in her eyes, and whispers, "Yes. Yes, I will marry you."

With that, their love is sealed, and they begin planning their happily ever after together. They know it won't be easy; there will be obstacles to overcome and challenges ahead. But with each other by their side, they are invincible.