His Hand On Her Throat
His hand on her throat.
What does it mean?
When he's plunging into her. When their eyes lock, and the flames in his pupils ignite a flame in hers. When his strong hand holds her neck firmly against the mattress. When his powerful, muscular body hovers over her naked, both their skin glowing with the warmth of a coming sweat.
What does it mean?
One context for this calls to me in particular: that of a woman caught in infidelity, and her betrayed lover taking her, reclaiming her, forcefully, like an alpha predator.
With a heady mixture of rage and love.
Like that edge in makeup sex.
Except hotter.
Harder.
Because the offense is greater.
So the fire burns even higher. But somehow, love remains the greatest force between them. It laces everything they share. Even their revenge sex. Even his punishment of her.
He loves her.
And not in spite of what she has done.
No, somehow this love accepts her entirely.
Even what she has done.
Especially what she has done.
His greatest power is not his muscles.
His wealth.
His Adonis-like good looks.
His commanding presence.
His fierce discipline that yielded uncommon success.
No, his greatest power is his capacity to love her completely.
To see the darkest corners of her soul.
To catch the cheating whore.
And claim her.
To see her infidelity and seize the opportunity.
To choose her, own her again, and burn all around her and through her.
There’s an alchemy to it.
To take judgment and shame and transform them into ties that bind. Into acceptance. Into a higher and deeper form of love.
A love that is almost divine.