My Dream Lover Is Real, the Underworld God

Summary

For three months, the same steamy dream has haunted my nights.

There's always a tall, faceless man.

Every time, he kisses every inch of me. Heat pools in my belly, making me tremble until I shatter.

I always wake up gasping, heart pounding. Staring at the damp sheets, I'd pathetically tell myself I was just touch-starved. Craving release.

But last night, he spoke.

His voice was deep, thick with desire. "I wish I could hold you for real. Be inside you. My little star. Let's meet. In the Eternal City. Please?"

I froze.

He's in the Eternal City? He's real?!