I found that I was coughing and my throat burned.

My throat burned as if it were on fire, and the tears had started with no warning at all.

His throat burned with the words he held back.

My throat burned from whatever had been in the tea.

Her throat burned as the chain snapped under the pressure.

His throat burned all the way down to his stomach.

My throat was burning as I tried to hold back the tears.

But once across his tongue and down his throat, the hot wine burned.

"You know, my throat is still burning from that stink."