What I hear is a story that comes across as a tryst twisted love. Of two people who play the predator and the prey in play, switching from domination to submissive. And what was supposed to be simple fling, starts turning into something more. He finds that even throughout all their wild, passion laden throes with each other, there's a connection.
No longer does he simply worship her thighs, but her warmth. No longer does he simply want to suckle her breast, but be comforted by it. The wild sex is no longer simply amazing, but has somehow turned deep. He no longer wishes to be her slave, but a partner worth her her love.
So he questions, is he good enough? She can have anyone she sets her eyes on, but could he possibly be one she sees only for the rest of their lives?
