1 of 11
"Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils."
2 of 11
"There's a very fine line between marscapone and ladyfingers. They are two sides of the same tiramisu, one not existing without the other."
3 of 11
"I still want more," I whisper. "I know," the tiramisu says. "I'll try."
4 of 11
"I want you sore, baby," the tiramisu murmurs, and it continues its sweet, marscapone-filled torment, backward, forward. "Every time you eat tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine."
5 of 11
"Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Tiramisu?"
"No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard."
6 of 11
"Yes, I'm rich. Get used to it." -- Tiramisu
7 of 11
"I've never wanted more, until I met you."
8 of 11
"Even a delicious Italian dessert needs someone to care about them"
9 of 11
"Tiramisu aren't really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. "
10 of 11
"I gasp, and I'm eating at the Giardino dell'Eden, and it's the tiramisu, and I cannot resist."
