"I try," Mary said with ease, although sometimes she did try far more than her easiness would make it appear. With Huitzilopoctli she'd had to try. Unlike most other men, he'd shown no interest in her like this, or in sex at all. It had been what had made her so desperate to have his attention, and then by the time he finally came around she was already so madly obsessed with him.
But why was she thinking about her Aztec sun when she was in the arms of Much, with Much's hand running circles on her thigh? Wasn't kissing a very nice not murderous man better than what she'd had?
(Perhaps it was just the forceful nature of their alleyway fuck. Once Huitizilpoctli had truly believed Mary that she did want all of him, he had been like the warrior god he was. Her had fucked her so hard she could barely keep up, and then he had held her close while she slept, warm and beyond safe.)
"Give me two minutes to clean myself up," she said, straightening up a little and kissing him again with a smile. "And then we can go back to yours and get me filthy again."