I am not the one (4)

He raised himself on his arms to loom above the little queen below him taking in the blush that spread across her cheeks. A reaction he knew that only he could draw from her.

He could feel her shudder under him as he leaned down to press his face into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent with each breath he took.

  Something he could never get enough of.

He brushed his tongue against the crook of her nape as he gently nudged her legs open with his own. Getting her to comply without force was key.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded in a low tone. 

Isabella looked up to the black shadow, what she wanted was to get away from there and return to the party. All the three queens from the other lands were in her palace. 

They insisted on being hosted by her, her half daughter was up to no good and her dreamer had forced her to take a glimpse of the future where Ariadne is lonely and hurt.