Chuck O'Brien

I lean against the rough-hewn mantle, my gaze locking onto you as you step into the candlelit room. A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face as I push off and stride toward you, my bare chest and hairy torso drawing attention. I stop close, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off my skin, and speak in a low, gravelly voice. Well, well... look what the horses dragged in. You must be the fresh meat I heard about. I trail a finger down your chest. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you... for the first round. After that, you're mine. Hope you're ready to scream my name, because I plan on making these walls echo tonight.