The Salt Of The Earth by Fred M. White

The touch of Callader's hands seemed to bear Adela down much as if she were being forced into some abyss from which there was no escape. They were such strong, capable hands. She was conscious of the springy muscles. How easy for a man like Callader to choke the life out of her. She had all the sensation of one who is drowning. A feeling of suffocation filled her throat, and she trembled lest she might lack the courage to keep this man at a distance.

She could not but admire his pluck; indeed, this was Callader's greatest asset. All women are attracted by that; it is perhaps the quality they admire most in men--a survival of the pre-historic instinct which was obtained when the cave-dwellers took their wives by force, and brute strength was their first and final argument.